Overwhelmingly, the last year has left me questioning where I fit in and what kind of purpose I have. With each new hurt I stepped further and further away from nearly everyone I knew. I also stepped further and further away from myself. I stopped caring if I lived or...

I once knew a lady who would say, “Don’t ask me how I am because I’ll tell you.” It’s a brave thing to tell people how we’re really feeling. I know with whom I can fake it, but there are some people in my life that when they...

Hey everyone! Here’s just a quick reminder that you can get your very own Rethink Trauma tee (pictured below). The proceeds for each shirt helps get one child in the foster system a duffel bag! For more info on prices and sizing, email us at...

When you have a chronic illness you learn to recognize the ends of yourself. Unfortunately, the ends of yourself approach more rapidly than they do for people without illness. The brick wall called fatigue meets you smack in the face and knocks you over just when it...

I keep hearing this: Things could be worse. You could be blind, you could lose your legs, you could always be worse. However rationally accurate this argument can be, it isn’t healthy or fair. Maybe, if I were Jesus, I’d feel differently because I...